#blob george

[strwbrryfire]

some sketchies of varying vibes

[missingsunlight]

Dream went bald and everybody panicked- (°▽°)

bonus Sap blob:

[hoangfngocjnhi]

Somehow George and Blob Dream remind me a lot of “Princess and the Frog” :]]

Tbh, I don’t really like how the result turn out, but don’t know how to fix the color anymore.

[rat-creates]

Creatures

[kurolishitpost]

Art for Twitter because it has 400 followers!! 💕

[itsgizmoo]

10 years.. and more to come! :)

[theblob-1]

Is 2+2 four or five? I need to settle an argument between me and this guy I have a manipulative friendship with. Please hurry there’s a lot of homoerotic tension

[johnny-dynamo]

Monster Bash by Wardell Brown

[dingbatnix]

I have the curiosity and wish to know about the following wips

Maneater

Dough

Untitled document (X5) the 3rd one :3

Axolotl

Hostage

Clingy

Dragon

This all peak my interest GREATLY!

Alright, finally getting to this one!! Letsa go!

Maneater: I think I've spoken Abt this one before, but y'know. Dream is a man eating giant, and he, George, and Sapnap run around collecting people who have been sacrificed to him. They start the smp (village in the mountains) that way, and try to live a happy life. The king of the country is amassing an army to hunt dream down, tho.

Dough: one shot, borrower Sapnap falls into some cookie dough that Dream is making. Whoops...

Untitled doc #3: Dream noms Tommy sometime after he escapes prison. Tommy spends his time cussing Dream out and listening to the man break down into panic attacks and general aftermath of torture stuff. Lost of snark and feels between the two of them.

Axolotl: Sapnap finds Dream, a small axolotl hybrid, suffering in the care of Quackity after the server deemed Dream too dangerous to run around on his own. Sapnap takes Dream to his house, puts him in one of his old fish tanks, and spends his time struggling to help Dream recover.

Hostage: (eddsworld) Edd gets kidnapped and held hostage by an unknown group with two other men, Paul and Patryck. Turns out they were all kidnapped because they're all close friends with Tord, who is the leader of an organization called the red army. The three of them need to escape together, but...an experiment gone wrong via the people that kidnapped them ends up with Paul and Patryck smaller than Edd's hand, and he needs to figure out how to get all three of them out alive.

Clingy: One shot, George is clingy when he sleeps, which ends up kind of dangerous for a borrower Sapnap. Oof.

Dragon: Sapnap is a dragon, and he has a human friend named George who freed him from captivity a long time ago. Well, George gets kidnapped by a giant named Dream (who just likes to troll people, really) and Sapnap spends months hunting them down while Dream and George end up bonding. Eventually, they'll form an odd trio that has all sorts of adventures.

Now, idk if any of these will be fully written, but hopefully one day.

Taglist cuz why not:

@brick-a-doodle-do @i-am-beckyu @da3dm @kayla-crazy-stuffs @local-squishmallow @skullsnbruises @munchkin1156 @gt-daboss

[mushiewrites]

Attack of The Blobs

helloooo! I have been working on like 6 fics at once, but the other night @wishitweresummer, @fluffallamaful + I were just yelling about ideas and summer said "what about george just being tickled by a hundred dream blobs?" and my brain immediately just....spit whatever this is out. I feel like it's paced slightly different from how I normally pace things, but I think I like how it turned out???? so yeah, anyways, enjoy :D

(lee!george / ler!blobs : 1.7K words)

warning: intense tickles

The scream that George let out should’ve alerted his two roommates, but unfortunately for him, there was no one coming to save him. He squirmed harshly on his bed, twisting and turning, kicking and shoving, trying his best to get away from the tiny white blobs that were covering his entire body. He felt a bite to his ribs and cried out again, making a move to bring his arm down to shove the small blob away from the sensitive area. To his horror, multiple blobs threw themselves over the flailing limb, pushing it down into the bed and raising it above his head, now leaving more of his ticklish torso exposed to additional torture. 

“NOHOHOHO!” George pleaded, his voice bouncing off the white walls of his room. He cracked open his eyes in time to see one of the smaller blobs wobbling it’s way up from his waist, diving under his arm and vibrating its body as fast as it could. This sent George into a fit of hysterics, shaking his head and squeezing his eyes closed, trying his hardest to dislodge his arm from the little creatures without success. “P-PLEHEHEASE, DON’T!”

George wasn’t even sure they could understand him - he sure as hell didn’t understand their little chirps and jingles as they communicated with each other. He didn’t know where they had come from, or when they got here. He could only remember the tickles, coming in quick waves as they took their places around his body, taking turns holding down different parts of him as they tickled him senseless. His eyes were wet with tears from his hysterics and his brain was mush from the nonstop tickling, keeping him in a never ending loop of squeals and screams. His voice was hoarse from all the pleading he was doing, unable to stop himself from begging for mercy, even though they hadn’t shown him any. 

“NOT THERE! NOT THEHEHERE!” He wailed as multiple blobs climbed onto his torso, headbutting roughly into his overly sensitive ribs and vibrating themselves there, following the lead of the blob that was still perfectly tucked in the center of his armpit. They targeted the soft muscle between each bone, sliding up and down the area to make sure no spot was left untouched. His chest heaved with every quick breath he tried to inhale, slapping his free arm against the bed and attempting to push some of the blobs away. 

However, when he went to reach down, his arm was tackled once more, this time with two blobs holding his fingers down against the bed while another nibbled at the middle of his palm. George screamed at the tickly feeling, throwing his head back and mistakenly offering his neck to more curious creatures. The sensitive skin under his chin was compromised immediately, a blob occupying the spot and nibbling there while two blobs blew tiny raspberries on either side of his neck. George was unable to shake his head as more and more blobs appeared, biting at his ears and nuzzling into his cheeks. A sudden vibration against his collarbone sent him into another round of laughter, feeling as two tiny blobs made their home in the dips there. 

Another scream ripped from his throat as one of the bigger blobs made its way under his other arm, crawling up George’s sleeve to begin nibbling and kissing and blowing raspberries around the area. The boy was in hysterics, gripping the sheets of the bed with the hand that wasn’t being attacked in an attempt to try and dispel the ticklish feeling that was coursing through his entire body, but it was proven to be pointless when he felt a blob make its way under his shirt and over his tummy. It quickly burrowed itself over George’s belly button, vibrating and wiggling there to make George shriek. He kicked his legs in flustered frustration when he felt tiny nibbles over his hip bones, his laughter breaking into brief bouts of silence as he laughed even harder. 

The kicking only seemed to draw their attention to the area, with more blobs seemingly appearing out of nowhere and jumping onto his thighs and shins. When the blobs began to nibble and vibrate into George’s extremely ticklish inner thighs, with no protection from the thin black shorts he was wearing, his laughter jumped an octave and he felt the tears finally spill as he squeezed his eyes impossibly tighter. It only grew worse when a few of the little blobs squirmed their way under his knees, attacking the backs of them with ease. He couldn’t think of anything other than how badly it tickled, and how incredibly helpless he felt. It was like nothing he had ever experienced before - completely defenseless, taken over by tickles. 

“NAHAHA- NOHO PLE-PLEHEASE!” George begged through his hysterics in another attempt to get their attention, whining when he was ignored again in favor of making their way to his feet. It felt as if a million little blobs were nibbling every inch of them, unable to move or curl his toes with the pressure of how many were surrounding them. He screamed in horror as he flung his eyes open, watching as the tiniest blobs wormed their way into his socks and up between his toes, spinning and vibrating their bodies and driving him absolutely insane. Just when he thought that the tickles couldn’t possibly get worse, a few of the smaller blobs that didn’t fit into George’s socks migrated their way up to his torso, easily sliding under his shirt and going for the back of his ribs, right where George was most ticklish. 

George let out a blood-curdling scream as his most sensitive spots were tortured with no end in sight. The tears kept flowing as he yanked uselessly at his arms and legs, all the strength he previously had zapped away with the amount of tickling that he was enduring. His face was bright red and his chest felt like it was on fire, ready to explode at any second as he struggled more and more to catch his breath. He let out one last shriek as he made another attempt at escaping, and suddenly everything stopped.

He sat up quickly in his bed, a hand clutched to his chest as he looked around with wide eyes in the dark. George felt himself breathing heavily, the panic from the previous events still fresh in his mind as he tried his best to ground himself. He realized his room was dark and turned to grab his phone off his desk, checking the time - 2:30AM. George flipped the desk lamp on, quickly turning towards the shuffling coming from beside and finding Dream lying next to him. Dream was rubbing at his eyes, clearly woken up by the sudden movement and brightness of the light. After a second he squinted up at George, sitting up himself and reaching a hand out to place on his shoulder. 

“George…? What’s going on? You were making a lot of noise, like you were struggling. What’s happening?” Dream asked with urgency as he noticed the panic written all over his face. He pulled George in for a hug, squeezing tight and allowing the older boy to melt into him. 

“Nothing, I just…I just had a nightmare.” 

“A nightmare? Do you wanna talk about it?” 

The question made George’s cheeks heat up immediately, thankful that his blushing face was hidden deep into Dream’s shoulder. He shook his head and clung to Dream even tighter, too flustered to even entertain the idea of telling him that his nightmare was actually about being tickle tortured by hundreds of Dream blobs. 

“No no, it’s okay. Let’s just…let’s just go back to sleep.” George slowly unwrapped himself from the blonde a few minutes later, quickly moving to turn off the light to prevent Dream from seeing the redness of his cheeks. He watched as Dream made himself comfy again, laying down under the blankets and fluffing George’s pillow for him before he inched his way back under the covers himself. He curled into Dream’s arms, letting his head slip under the blonde’s chin, just the way they both liked it. The silence was comforting, and he could feel himself getting calmer by the second as he listened to the sound of Dream’s breathing. His eyelids were growing heavier the more he allowed himself to relax, almost falling asleep completely before letting out a yelp when a finger poked lightly into his side.

“You know, you were laughing in your nightmare,” Dream teased quietly, his finger wiggling against George’s bottom rib when he poked into the sensitive spot again. He let out a quick stream of air from his nose when George squealed at that, hiding deeper into Dream’s neck with a whine. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were being tortured with tickles.” 

George whined against Dream’s neck, making the blonde break out into bright giggles at the tickly vibration it made. He giggled harder when a small hand found its way to his tummy, scribbling for a few seconds and making the younger boy squirm as George tickled him. 

“If you wanna survive the night I suggest you shut up, idiot.” George threatened, words slightly muffled from his place in the crook of Dream’s neck. Dream rolled his eyes as he grabbed the tickling hand, lacing their fingers together and bringing it up to his lips to give it a quick kiss. 

“Fine, you big baby.” Dream let out a fake sigh of disappointment, placing a kiss against the top of George’s head when he hummed in satisfaction. 

After a few tense minutes of waiting for Dream to change his mind, George finally felt the boy relax against the bed, hearing his breathing evening out and letting him know that the blonde was finally asleep. George smiled sleepily, turning his head and placing a gentle kiss against the boy’s neck before closing his eyes and allowing himself to drift off to sleep. 

…And maybe, just maybe, secretly hoping to continue his nightmare.

[arctic-hands]

One funny thing that happened during my E.R trip last weekend was when the triage nurse was suffering the perpetual struggle of getting any use out of my depleted veins, I made small talk out of the fact that during my brain surgery ten months ago they stuck me with a needle nineteen times before they could place an IV while prepping me, that I was fine during it all but @thetabirb passed out from watching, and then I woke up afterwards with a new one in my foot because while I was under they needed to place another one urgently and that was an untapped source. And the nurse got a funny look on his face and he remained polite enough, but it was obvious that he was merely indulging me with his "uh-huh"s as he futily dug in there with a needle, but after he excused himself to find the ultrasound machine he must have looked at my chart because I heard him thru the door he left open to the E.R go "Oh wow! [Wrong pronoun] really did have brain surgery!" And then he came back somewhat more contrite but also obviously more receptive to what I was saying

[onlylonelylatino]

The Champions, Brotherhood of Evil Mutants and the Sentinels by George Tuska and John Byrne

[comicwaren]

From Uncanny Avengers Vol. 4 #001, “Truth & Justice”

Art by Javier Garrón and Morry Hollowell

Written by Gerry Duggan

[mikheleworld]

[jojoseames]

Dunno if this is interesting, but here's the raw scans of some recent pieces that I ended up coloring digitally. These are what they look like before straightening, adjusting contrast, cleaning up any bits of grit on my scanner bed, changing canvas size, and then coloring. Just India ink on paper.

[missingsunlight]

KISS THE BLOB!! (*^▽^*) ♡

… oh (*⁰▿⁰*)